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Only when I came down did I feel the rapid rising and falling of his own chest and the sticky warmth of his release between our bodies.
“Hey,” I murmured, rubbing my hand over the back of his sweat-slicked shoulder.
He grunted.
“Angel. Look at me.”
He leaned back just enough so he could angle his face up, hollowing out another piece of me with his crystal gaze and satisfied smile.
“You okay?” I asked, feeling my heart turn over. “Did I hurt you?”
He leaned up, pecking a kiss on my lips before falling back into my damp chest. “I’m so good. I really fucking needed that.”
My heart swelled with primal satisfaction at being the one to give him what he needed. “Well, now we both need a shower.”
Reaching down, I grabbed his cheeks, spreading them apart again so I could pull out gently, my release following and dripping onto my fingers.
“Open up,” I told him, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them in greedily, licking every last drop and then some. “Good boy,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the top of his head.
The automatic light in the garage went out, plunging the entire windowless box into opaque blackness.
“At least it waited until after I saw your O-face,” Lars said, voice lazy. “That’s too fucking sexy to miss.”
I laughed.God, I fucking love him.I loved him so much that I wondered how I’d denied it at all.
“How about that shower?” I asked, wanting to stretch out beside him in bed.
“I need another minute. My legs are still shaking.”
“Take as long as you need, angel,” I said, enclosing him in my arms. “I’ll wait.”
26
Lars
As the bathroomfilled with steam, I filled with something else. Regret. Not regret for taking refuge in Win. Maybe not even regret for the L-word falling off my lips.
What I did regret? How much tonight would cost me.
What was worse: the disease or the antidote? Both came with their own costs, both expensive. But I’d been worn down too far and felt near desperate for him to fill me up. So tonight, I chose the antidote so I’d be strong enough later for the disease.
He says he loves me. I knew in my head it wasn’t true while my heart readied to argue to the death that it was.
I could ask. I wouldn’t.
I’d rather stand in this steamy shower and have the night I asked for than cut it short too soon.
The shower felt small, his presence at my back so imposing. The urge to turn and look at him was just this side of unbearable, and so I stayed rooted in place, telling myself it was enough that he was so close. Until it wasn’t.
Snatching the square bar of white soap from the shelf, I rotated, thrusting it into Win’s chest. He glanced between me and the soap, arching a brow over his glimmering hazel eyes. The second he accepted the offering, I spun to face the spray, showing him my back.
His warm chuckle brushed over me, causing goose bumps to race across all my exposed skin.
“You cold?” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
I jolted, surprised by his nearness, my sudden movement only bringing us closer. His chest brushed against my back, chin resting on my shoulder as he reached around me to bump up the water temperature.
“I’m not cold,” I told him.
